Nicole
The moment I stepped into the mansion, I noticed Damien's leather shoes arranged neatly by the entrance hall.
So he was home early. That was unusual.
I made my way upstairs to our bedroom but found no trace of him.
Assuming he was locked away in his study as usual, I settled onto the bed for a few minutes before getting up to remove my makeup at the vanity.
That's when I heard footsteps approaching.
I turned to see Damien entering the room.
His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes.
"Are you going to shower?" I asked, assuming he'd just come back from work and was preparing for his nightly routine.
"You have several cars at your disposal. Why did you need someone else to drive you home?" His voice was deceptively calm, but I caug
